Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Yes, please.” A pink flush spread upward from Ambrose’s chest, turning his neck and cheeks rosy. “Maybe we could pick up some lube and condoms on the way to the cabin.”
On TV, the bigger guy was moving between the other’s thighs, pushing his legs up and back, exposing his slick hole. My dick throbbed, and a fresh bead of precome escaped Ambrose’s tip.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you? We could just play around with fingers. I know you said you were choosy about fucking.”
“I choose you,” he said firmly, stretching so he could give me a soft kiss that I felt all the way to my toes.
“Thank you.” I drew an uneven breath. “I…uh…haven’t…not with a guy.”
“I kind of like the idea of being your first.” He licked my nipple again. “If you want to try.”
“I want.” My voice was all rough now. “I love what we usually do though.”
“I love that we have a usual already.” He made a satisfied noise, like a puppy after a huge dinner, wriggling against me happily. “Watch the top. See how he goes slow at the start? That helps.”
“Oh fuck, that’s sexy.” I liked how the older guy teased the younger one with shallow thrusts, using his broad cockhead to stretch the rim wider. “I can do that. Love going slow.”
“I know. You like torturing me.”
“I do.” I stroked his cock faster but backed off the second he started rocking into my fist. “Don’t you come yet.”
“But I want to,” he whined. But the way he leaked said he was as into the waiting game as I was. The sound of moaning filled the room, both from us as well as the TV. The intimacy on the screen, their noises and reactions, seemed to heighten my own. Coaxing more noises from Ambrose felt like competing with the other couple in a sexy way.
“I know you do,” I soothed, nibbling on his neck lightly. “But wait, and it’ll be even better. Gonna make you come so hard.”.
“God.” Ambrose was so breathless that I had to laugh.
“Not God. Harley.” I teased him some more with long, slow strokes as he licked and flicked my nipple. The fucking continued on the TV, but my attention was locked on Ambrose. The movie was more of a sexy soundtrack than the main feature. Ambrose writhed in my embrace, getting more and more frantic.
“Harley, I need to come.”
“Wait,” I ordered. “See how he’s waiting on the screen? Such a good boy.”
Actually, judging by the quickening pace of the fucking, neither of the porn duo was going to last much longer, but I liked stringing Ambrose out a little more.
“Yes, please. I can be good.”
“You are, baby. You are.” I praised him even as I teased and edged him more as the moans from the TV intensified.
“Gonna come for me?” the older guy asked his partner.
“Yes. Keep fucking me,” the younger one replied. “Harder.”
“Is that how you like it?” I asked Ambrose as I stroked his cock a little faster. “Hard?”
“Toward the end, yeah. Not at first, but if I’m close like this, yeah, I love it. Rattle my teeth. Go hard and fast.” He was breathing harder than an idling hummer. “You close? Tell me you’re as turned on as me.”
“Fuck yeah, I am, baby.” I couldn’t lie to him. “Suck my nip some more.”
He shifted around in my arms so he was more sideways and could suck my nipple while jerking my dick as I continued to work his. “Please, Harley, please.”
“You thinking about me fucking you?”
“Yes. God, yes. Harder, please.” His head thrashed against my chest, his body lost in the fantasy, eyes shut. Mine were wide open, though, and stapled to him. I wasn’t thinking about porn or fucking or the couple on the TV. Just Ambrose and how good it felt to do this for him, to watch him and know I was the reason for his pleasure.
“Come for me,” I ordered, and he obeyed almost instantly, ropes of creamy fluid fountaining from his cock.
“Oh.” Torso curling up, he sucked so hard he almost bit me as he orgasmed, and the pleasure-pain line blurred as my cock pulsed. I wasn’t expecting to come so quickly, but there I was, tumbling over the edge with him, harsh waves of climax swamping me so fast there was no holding back.
“Fuck. Me too. Coming, baby.”
“Oh wow.” He stroked me through my orgasm before releasing my nipple. Scooting lower, he licked my belly and slithered down to lap at the come streaking my cock. I let him have his fun until the aftershocks got too sharp to handle.
“Too sensitive.” I pulled him back to my shoulder before arranging us so we could lie on our sides. “God, baby. That was something.”
“I know. I think you want to kill me via edging.”